From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf) Date: Wed, 23 Sep 1992 22:17:56 GMT Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [KQ] Ask not for whom the Sandar Tol'ls... TELNET READING CONFIGURATION FILE... TALK sandartol TALK choktaw TALK muriel *error user muriel not logged in* TALK landa INITIATE... ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Cheyenne: Meetingcommences. Important info. Sandar Tol: What? Whatnowohhighandmightyonebah! Choktaw: Kronrelevance? Landa: Yeshowdidtheylikeourpowerhuh? *giggle* Cheyenne: The Powerplay is... unim port ant. Un authorized. Info/deduction/pre- diction... theycome. Choktaw: Kron? Cheyenne: Yes terrykron and others Choktaw: FearworryangstothersmaycauseproblemsLandawasrightlet'sstrikethemdown nowbeforetheygettous Cheyenne: NO! mentalattack pre matur e. We wait. Whenth ey are in our domain we willstrike. When wecanb esure our powers willkillth em... Inthe Centerwe arestr ongest. Wesh all send our Childrento dealwiththose whor esist. Wecann ot fail. >> Umm... begging your pardon, and you'll probably just yell at me again... but that's not entirely true, miss... or are you a miss any- more, now that you're part of this despicable mess of a god? << Sandar Tol: Argh! Thispriesthascausedenoughtroubleforus! I'mgoingtotakecareof himonceandforall! Landa: ALERT! Choktaw: No! Sandaryoudon'tknowwhatyou'redoingyouknowwhathappenedtoMurielandshe stillhasn'trecoveredstillmindspunstillsobbingawayinourheadsyou'llend uplikeherandthenweshallbeweakenedweshallfallworryWorryWORRYWORRY!!!! Cheyennestophim! Cheyenne: ...Notooze... stillg irl... justgi rl... justwantterrykr on... Landa: Notgood. Sandar Tol: Bahshe'slosingcontrolyoucanseeitshe'smadshe'llkillusallifwedon'tdo something! I'mgoingtokillthepriestandthenI WILL KILL HER!!! IandI alone can RULE HERE!!! FILETRANSFER: sending sandartol to outside connection... ALERT! SECURITY VIOLATION. DISCONNECT USER sandartol FROM GROUPMIND. Choktaw: Sandar? Landa: He'sgone. Choktaw: Wemusttrytoreconnecthimwecan'tlosehimnow!Cheyenne! Cheyenne: Terrykron ter rykron terrykr on... Landa: Notgood. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 'PRIEST! Can you hear me! Come out, damn you!' 'No need to shout, you know... We're both in the same mind at this point...' 'I AM YOUR DEATH, PRIEST! I AM SANDAR TOL!' 'Oh, wonderful. Another egomaniac wizard. Just when I had finally gotten away from that Seer fellow.' 'Seer?!? You DARE compare me to that impotent baby! I am immortal! I have lived for thousands of years! I have...' 'Yes, yes, I know... You were a great and powerful wizard thousands of years ago in the First Generica. You sold your soul to Great Mother in exchange for the grotesque immortality she offered you. And you ran the groupmind for centuries, until Cheyenne came along about 30 years ago and ran you out, and of course you've been angry and resentful ever since at being ordered about by a 13 year old girl, a situation I might find rath- er humourous... if I had a sense of humor, that is.' 'What? How... how do you know of me? No one knows that of me....' 'Simple, really. All the information this god and her component parts ever absorbed is floating around in this huge muckpile of a body. All it takes is someone to look... and, having nothing better to do than wait for rescue while I languish inside here, I looked. I looked at it all... pretty alien and ghoulish stuff, if you ask me, which of course no one ever does...' 'All? You looked at it ALL?!? and remained SANE?!?!?' 'Well, yes. It was quite disturbing, some of the stuff. But I've seen worse...' 'You've seen wor... what? You're a madman, priest!' 'Oh, 'I'm a madman,'... says the wizard who voluntarily consigned himself to a sentient cistern for all eternity... it is to laugh... ha...' 'Bah! Enough! I came here to kill you, and that's what I'll do!' 'I wouldn't do it. You'll fail... badly...' 'How do you know, cretin! I am all-POWERFUL!' 'That may be, but I still know you'll fail. Just as I know that in approximately 6.3 hours, Kron AND his friends will arrive, along with three other beings appearing out of sheer coincidence. At which point I will use my staff to melt my way out of this ooze and escape, and Mother will be dealt her first major setback since she and that Sorceror fellow tangled, although it's funny you always call him Sorceror, since his real name is... 'STOP! ENOUGH! His name is NEVER to be mentioned! NEVER!!! Well, my 'holy' friend, you may think you know a lot, and you actually may, but you'll shortly be dead, and then I shall return to the groupmind with the information you've so stupidly let slip, turn defeat into victory, and wrest control back from that little bitch Cheyenne.' 'Umm... no, you won't... see, my goddess told me all this, and she's usually right about everything, and she told me that if you just went back to the Groupmind now, you might succeed in the whole Kron thing. But instead, your monstrous ego won't let you do it without attempting to kill me first, and so...' 'SHUT UP! SHUT UP! AND DIIIIIIIIIIEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!' ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Choktaw: Sandar? CHECKING FOR YOUR PARTY.... Landa: Sandar? TRYING YOUR PARTY AGAIN... CONNECT... Choktaw: Atlast! Areyouallright? Sandar: ... Landa: Uhoh. Choktaw: Sandar? Speaktome?Didyoukillhim? >> No, he didn't kill me. He tried, though. I wouldn't worry. He'll recover in time for the big battle, although his memories will be pretty much erased. << Choktaw: Whathaveyoudopnetohimwhat'sgoingon?!? Landa: Fear.Fear/Uncertainty/Terror >> No, I'm sorry. You people have all been very rude, so I'm just go- ing to sit here and meditate until it's time... have fun... << Choktaw: Ohfuckohfuckohfuck... Landa: Notgood. HANGUP DISCONNECTED...